I, Rage.

 I rage

To the stillness of amethyst dawns

     royal purple horizons leaving

     blood pooling under my eyes

     bruises in their final stages of

     false healing

To those who find solace under stairwells

     sitting on brittle haunches in the glow of

     an exorcist's lamplight

     soot covered spoons lying on

     swiss cheesed iceways as

     tombstones

To saints wearing designer neckties

      salvation saviors stepping in

      sidewalk cracks to kill mothers

      breaking their backs

      dropping mistakes from tainted wombs

      flying rats turning cheeks

      showing a best side crevice

      reflections of seven bad luck

      sins

To corner creepers and fire escape dwellers

     dreamers of crackers and jelly

     schemers of white bread mentality jams

     robbers of fat blemished tomato dumpsters

     singing acapella with the wall walkers

     kissing fingers and toes and cheeks with

     sharp OW! goddamned teeth

     being fed and fucked to the grunts of tonight's supper

     being fed and fucked by mainline

     mommy

To choirboys and east end beat boys with

     file folders hanging in

     hells written by robed fathers

     lovers of self administered holiness

     fathers of blank faced masses

     gathering in two or more

     cutting the skin from cocks with

     no place to hide from hungry mouths

     professing sin and

     jesus

To sunday and monday schooled

     girls with slouching socks and shoulders

     speaking in righteous tongues

     counting hard beads on nail bitten fingers

     erasing identity prints

     young colts running to hail mary in

     fingertip length nunnery

     wooden splinters embedded in

     tiny souls when going home to daddy's  late night

     crosses

To half faced men with nam knives who

     cut your hair for free

     bathing in sweated clouds of orange

     crushing capillaries

     dropping their heads and bombs in

     No More War!

     parades and picket signs shouting

     L O V E transfused with empty i.v.'s

     Sending messages up the helix

     Daytime voices tied to night time

     jacob's ladders

To women with rouged lipped barbie hips

     lovers of earth reciting plant prayers

     soldiers of tow headed fat fists and

     alcohol fetuses

     commanders of apple butter makers and

     daisy chained slaves with marked flesh

     making claim to good mother

     whore's heads nodding in 

     heroin hazes

To hearts that are half full not

     sleepy headless fey riders who draw

     invisible hearts on hands

     ones loved concretely and left drying in deserts

     getting drunk off homegrown down to the bone

     kisses that brought fear and cravings and

     still do

     oh my god how the still do's

     still do leave

     messages to the tone of

     a quarter past every hour's 

     minutes

To sunflowers and doves stained and

     marked on malleable flesh

     cognac and cigars leaving dollars

     drying inside wet lungs

     leaving las vegas and love in a box of

     hardwoods and hardons

     emptying flasks on adobe burnt

     hips

To holy water baths burning direction into

     the stare of ghosts and

     minute blurs casting decisions

     lifetimes regretting them

     you and me and us

     them and they and who

     fight or flight half breaths of the

     last breaths taken by those finding purpose

     souls still belonging to gods

     flesh still belonging to satans while

     drowning in the complacency of

     human conditions